1. Ahriman: The Evolution of a Serial Killer 19


    Date: 8/24/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Bondage and restriction, Consensual Sex, Cruelty, Domination/submission, Extreme, Hardcore, Incest, Male Domination, Slavery, Violence, Virginity, Written by women, Author: gl0771, Rating: 89.5, Source: sexstories.com

    my daughter is the one who is so obedient. Now, take off your clothing.” She instantly slipped her black shirt over her head, and he gazed at her pert, round breasts, his cock hardening. He didn’t believe in undergarments, so all she had left to remove was her black slacks. She folded both pieces of clothing and held them in her hands. He took them from her and placed them on the shelf, not missing the aroma of her arousal or the wet spot on her slacks. “You are not my slave, Aglaeca, so your clothing will be returned to you later. You may speak to me whenever you please as long as you show me the proper respect due a father from his daughter. Do you understand?” “Yes, Father.” “Another thing. I truly wish to hurt you, my sweet, but if it becomes too much for you, you must tell me, and I will stop. You have told me you wish for me to hurt you, but you may not yet understand what that means. You must be honest with me, my daughter.” “Yes, Father, I will be honest.” “Good.” He took three pieces of rope from the shelf and, before the girl could comprehend what was happening, he had her strung up on the chain, her ankles shackled to the floor. “Comfortable, my sweet?” he asked with an evil chuckle. “Not exactly, Father, but it is not too bad.” He laughed. “It will get worse, I promise you. However, because you are my daughter, I will get you collars such as Kaneez’s. It will show the others how special you are to me.” He walked around her slowly, trailing his fingers over her ...
    smooth, young skin. The shudders and shivers that ran through her body caused his cock to stiffen, but he would wait for her screams before he fucked her. He stopped in front of her. She was hung so that he could look into her eyes, and he did so as he cupped her breasts. She gasped and closed her eyes. “Look at me!” he demanded, and her eyes snapped open, her eyes almost as dark as his, and he read her desire clearly in them. “I need to see your eyes, my sweet, to better gauge your reaction.” She opened her mouth to speak, but he pinched her nipples hard, and all that came out was a pained gasp. Her eyes stayed on his, though, and he smiled. “Is that what you wished for? Is that the pain you expected?” “No, Father, I want more.” He twisted the nipples violently, and she cried out. “And that, Aglaeca? Do you enjoy that?” “Yes, Father. Please do it again.” He chuckled and instead ran his hands down her ribs to her hips. She trembled as his fingers flitted around her clit without actually making contact. “Tell me what you have done to yourself,” he demanded. “I have made myself climax, Father.” “How?” “By rubbing my clit and by sticking my fingers inside of me.” “How many fingers?” “Two, Father.” He chuckled. “Only two? No more?” “No, Father. I needed no more than that.” “Hmm.” He placed one hand on her inner thigh. “Then I’m going to bet you’re still fucking tight.” He slid one finger into her slit and groaned when it barely fit. His daughter cried out, but it was in pleasure, ...
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